She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 756: Chapter 756: These Two Kids Might Still Be Salvageable After a Wash

But having one more person can help us find Aria Richardson sooner.

"Then we’ll leave it to the two of you to help out with our Aria, we’d be very grateful."

"No problem." Liam Cloud said as he threw out the last card, smirking, "I win."

Waylon Lewis glanced at his cards, his brow slightly twitching.

"Come on, stick it on, stick it on, karma always comes around, heavens spare no one."

Liam Cloud picked up a piece of white paper, pretended to spit on it twice, and went to stick it on Waylon Lewis’s face.

Waylon Lewis saw his look of getting a long-awaited revenge, frowned disdainfully, "Take it away."

"A bet’s a bet, don’t you know?"

Waylon Lewis scowled, took a piece of paper himself, and stuck it on his face.

Only then did Liam Cloud curve his lips satisfactorily, "That’s more like it."

Hope Williams seeing the two of them, couldn’t help but find their antics funny.

"Alright, let’s stop playing, it’s almost dinner time, I’ll go see if Baby’s awake." Hope Williams reached out to take the paper strips off Waylon Lewis’s face one by one, "You go check on Luke and Willow, they went out with Old Ortiz; call them back for dinner."

Waylon Lewis’s face lightened a bit, "Okay."

Liam Cloud saw them leave, removed the paper from his face, "Then what should I do?"

Waylon Lewis said calmly, "The chickens haven’t been fed yet tonight, feed the chickens."

Liam Cloud chuckled, "I won’t compete with you for work."

Waylon Lewis walked out, and Liam Cloud stood up to follow him outside.

Old Ortiz was sitting on a chair outside, in front of a wooden table laid with crooked bowls made of mud.

Luke and Willow were squatting in a muddy area, fiddling with something unknown.

Old Ortiz was smiling cheerfully at the two little ones.

Old Ortiz hadn’t expected that after a lifetime of having no children, he’d meet such a delightful group in his twilight years.

Especially these two little ones in front of him, calling "Grandpa Ortiz, Grandpa Ortiz," putting Old Ortiz in an exceptionally good mood.

"Old Ortiz." Waylon Lewis walked over and politely called out to Old Ortiz.

Old Ortiz glanced at Waylon Lewis, smiling kindly, "You two kids are interesting."

Waylon Lewis looked down, it had only rained a few days ago, the soil was still quite damp, Luke and Willow were squatting in the mud with wooden trowels given by Old Ortiz, playing happily.

The two little ones noticed Waylon Lewis approaching, raised their little heads, and looked at him with their clear big eyes.

"Daddy."

"Daddy."

Waylon Lewis’s brow twitched, the little rascals’ faces were covered in mud, resembling little raccoons.

Liam Cloud walked over slowly, laughed at the dirt-covered Luke and Willow, patted Waylon Lewis on the shoulder, "Never mind, they can be washed."

Waylon Lewis, "..."

Willow came over and pulled Waylon Lewis’s hand, "Daddy, sit down, Uncle Cloud, you too."

Luke tottered over to bring them two wooden stools, patting them to indicate for them to sit.

The two were a bit puzzled.

Old Ortiz cheerfully held a mud bowl, "Quick sit, tell them what you want to eat, let the little chefs make it for you."

Waylon Lewis’s handsome face was full of confusion.

Liam Cloud raised an eyebrow as well.

But both of them indulged and cooperated with the little ones.

The two tall figures over six feet sat on small stools, appearing somewhat cramped.

Luke and Willow carefully carried over two freshly molded mud bowls, handing them to the two.

Waylon Lewis looked at the mud bowl, feeling quite helpless, "What does this mean?"

Willow smiled coyly, "Daddy, hurry and take it, it’s just made, still warm."

As Waylon Lewis reached to take it, two twigs were also stuffed into his hand.

Willow, "Hurry and eat."

Waylon Lewis glanced at the bowl in his hand, asked, "Eat?"

"Mm, there’s rice and meat inside, hurry and eat."

Liam Cloud smirked, glanced at his bowl, seemingly understanding their mud games, and asked, "What is mine then?"

Luke, "Noodles."

Liam Cloud chuckled softly, playfully acting twice, "Mm, not bad craftsmanship."

Receiving the praise, the two little ones beamed with pride.

Hope Williams waited inside for the others to return for dinner, seeing no one, she had to come out to search, "What are you all doing?"

Hope Williams saw Old Ortiz, Waylon Lewis, and Liam Cloud holding mud bowls, seated in a row.

Seeing Luke and Willow in front with dirty faces, she couldn’t help but twitch her mouth.

"Are you all eating?"

"Mommy, can we eat now?"

Hope Williams reached out to wipe Willow’s cheek, nodded, "Yes."

Luke and Willow clapped their hands, picked up their little shovels, and said to the others, "Grandpa Ortiz, Daddy, Uncle Cloud, stop playing, it’s time to go back to eat, if you want to play more, we’ll join you again tomorrow."

Waylon Lewis, "..."

Liam Cloud, "..."

Old Ortiz, "..."

Who’s accompanying whom to play?

Luke and Willow thoughtfully went to support Old Ortiz, leading him back.

Hope Williams stood in place, arms crossed, her gaze on the mud bowls in their hands, raising an eyebrow, "Seems like you two are full, we can skip dinner then."

Waylon Lewis, "..."

Liam Cloud, "..."

Hope Williams turned to walk back inside.

Liam Cloud raised an eyebrow, pulled Waylon Lewis’s hand, stuffing the ’noodle’ bowl into Waylon Lewis’s hand, "Eat more, don’t be shy."

Eight in the evening.

In the villa on South Island.

Aria Richardson’s request to see Alexander Knox had been rejected once again, angered, she stood right at the edge of the balcony.

The maids and bodyguards surrounded her, but no one dared to approach, fearing she might jump out of rage.

Several maids hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Miss Richardson, please stay calm, we can talk it over."

"Yes, Miss Richardson, please don’t act impulsively."

Aria Richardson’s face was resolute, she looked down from the third floor, feeling a chill in her heart looking at the height below.

The wind whistling around her, blowing her long hair into disarray, making her clothes rustle loudly.

The maids looked at her slender figure, worried she’d fall off with just a slight misstep.

If something happened to her, they wouldn’t be able to explain to Alexander Knox.

Aria bit her teeth, scared inside, but had no intention of giving in.

Not only could she not get out, but she was also watched every step she took, bodyguards trailing her everywhere, even when sleeping there were two bodyguards at the door, she was like Alexander Knox’s captive bird, trapped with no freedom.

She couldn’t stand such a life one more moment; she needed to talk to Alexander Knox.

"Call Alexander Knox to see me, or I’ll jump from here, and all he’ll see is a corpse."

The maids looked at each other, "Miss Richardson, please calm down, Young Master Knox will see you when he has time, but he’s busy right now."

"Busy?" Aria snorted coldly, "No problem, then let him come to see my body after he’s finished." noveldrama

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